Two years ago. That's when I put out Stickfigures. I remember this because I was thoroughly shocked when I found myself at the post office in a line out the door. Then I remembered it was just before tax day. I've been a very good girl and have avoided the place for the last week or so. Cuz otherwise, I practically LIVE at the post office.
So, in lieu of taxes (which were ceremoniously filed back in February) today I'm making a game out of Spring Cleaning. (And yes, I know taxes are due TOMORROW.) Guess what? Those greasy knobs laden with food grime on the stove COME OFF! Did you know that? I didn't. I've been cursing those plastic pits for three years and then today as I was trying to clean around them, one came off in my hand. I thought I broke it. But then I realized that they're SUPPOSED to do that. Oh, the joy.
Of course, my hands reek of Comet. But did you know those Clorox wipes smell kinda like perfume? I love them. They don't really clean anything, though. They just sort of wipe things up.
And I watched a bit of Oprah yesterday and her segment on dust mites (or whatever those gnarly bugs in the bed are) just horrified me. So I'm scalding all the sheets in my house, vacuuming my mattress, and buying new pillows. Who says I'm impressionable?
And at the end of it all, I discovered a new use for the iPod. Creating a playlist for the so-far-completed songs on the album. It's exciting to hear them tracked together. But it's dangerous, cuz I keep listening and changing the order around - a little like if I was a psycho, obsessed perfectionist or something. Which I'm not.
np: Nothing. I'm listening to the sprinklers as they water the front lawn. And I'm thinking that the gardners are coming today. That's a pretty big waste of water, isn't it?
